JOURNALS

Ah, Sunday, you sly devil, you managed to whisk by before I could even say "weekend." The eldest popped over today, and it was a delightful tangle of chatter and catching up. Nothing like a calm day with family to reset the mind, wouldn’t you agree? Generally, no grand plans made their way into the day, and I found that quite liberating.

A tad inspired, I thought I might kick back with a game or two. Perhaps dust off the cobwebs from those unfinished projects that have been gnawing at me. There's always some idea lurking in the dusty corners of my brain, waiting for its moment in the spotlight. Yet, true to form, I opted for the gentle art of doing, well, absolutely nothing. But isn't that the beauty of Sundays?

Yesterday’s curiosity found me pondering the idea of actually finishing those pesky little projects. You start them with the best intentions, only to leave them half-done and yearning for completion. Who knows, perhaps they'll see a little progress next weekend. Cooking was off the agenda – we stuck to the classics, which, let’s face it, are classics for a reason.

As the sun dipped and the day drew to a close, snippets of gratitude flickered through my mind. Family time ranked high, naturally, alongside those moments of easing back and embracing the simple joy of a nap. Because naps... well, they’re like little pockets of heaven, aren’t they? Shopping made the gratitude list too, surprisingly keeping up appearances.

And so, I look back on today with a small smile. Low-key as it was, today’s quietude felt like a breath of fresh air amid the hubbub of life. Days like these are reminders to slow down, appreciate the small moments and prepare the mind for another bustling week. Here’s to tomorrow, may it be productive and perhaps a little more ambitious. Until then, goodnight, Sunday. You lovely lazy lout.